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All-rite-ay, in this chapter we have Seth, some Seth, and some more Seth.

Anyone excited?

Oh and for those of you that have noticed the Lockwood/Lightwood mistakes, I apologize. I have two Mortal Instruments stories as well, so I kind of switch them up whenever I'm writing at two in the morning.

Ugh, it has been raining all day, but I love the rain and I especially love shopping in the rain (no idea why) so it has been kind of nice.

Well, you guys don't care, so enjoy chapter 14!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all of its characters.

I just own Audrey and allow her to take pictures of Paul's ass.

Not that she did that, but still.

We dream.

All that week I had been playing big sister and eldest daughter.

I spent a good amount of time at Sue's house, cooking for them, helping Sue handle the work that needed to be done, allowing Seth to cry with the knowledge his mother couldn't see him.

So, it was nice to spend my free time that weekend at Emily's.

Sam was still showing Quil the ropes of patrol, and those two were gone, while Jacob was at his house, probably moping over Bella.

In all honesty, the pale face wasn't worth it.

Not that I'd ever sat that out loud.

"Emily," Jared moaned, watching the cooking woman with a pleading gaze, "Can you please bake muffins?"

"No, Jared!" Emily said in exasperation, "I'm trying to cook dinner, that thing you also wanted me to make!"

Kim and I were helping her, chopping the vegetables that were set to go in the casserole, while Paul and Jared were watching us, hopelessly trying to find snacks.

Embry was out with Leah, much to Kim's disapproval, considering she had wanted to go shopping with the unfortunate girl.

"Kim, baby," Jared resorted to another cooking figure, "Can you make me something to eat?"

"Sorry, sweetie," Kim smiled at him apologetically, "I'm busy."

"Ree-"

"Don't even think about it dumbass," I warned, not looking up from the celery stick I was dicing, "I have a knife in my hand, mind you."

Jared stopped talking.

At that moment, the front door opened, and Embry entered the kitchen, a smile on his face which could rival that of a clown's.

"Leah and I are officially dating!"

We let out a chorus of congratulations, Kim squealing excitedly while Paul clapped him on the back, and Embry sighed in content.

"She is so amazing."

"It's so cute, how you liked her even before you imprinted," I smiled, glancing over my shoulder and blowing a strand of hair out of its displacement from my messy bun, "Almost as if you were made for each other."

"We all liked our imprints at some point before we imprinted," Jared spoke up, surprising us all, "I remember I helped Kim pick up her books one day after she dropped them, before I had phased, and I had thought she had the prettiest smile."

Kim blushed, while Paul and I look confused.

"When did Paul like me?" I asked, and Jared grinned at the shape shifter in question, mischief in his eyes.

"Like you don't remember," He accused of Paul, "It was the day Quil and Ree almost got detention because Quil was dancing in a leotard-"

"Oh my God," Paul suddenly realized what Jared was talking about, and he turned pale, "No, you don't need to tell this story-"

"What happened?" I asked, amused and curious at the same time.

"Well, Paul had just ended his pathetic relationship with Amanda Lewis," Jared reminded us, to which I cringed at the memory, "And you happened to be-"

"Dancing through the hallways," Embry groaned, "I remember I was the one running after those two and trying to stop them."

"Anyways," Jared continued, "Paul was all moody that day, and suddenly Quil was dragging Ree past us while trying to convince her to sing Copacabana with him," Jared winked at Paul, "And Audrey started to seductively sing something about 'a dress cut down to there,' to which Paul was immediately interested. And then he'd said 'I'd tap that,' or something moronic like that."

We all listened to Jared's story silently, and when he finished I looked over at Paul, who had his face in his hands. "Is that true?"

"Yes," He admitted, ashamed, "I had been hopelessly admiring girls after I had just phased, and being the asshole I was, I thought that a hot girl like you would have been a nice fling."

"I don't know whether to be touched or offended."

"Probably a mix of the two," Emily spoke up, "Though I must say, he would have never had a chance with a classy girl like you."

Embry laughed. "She would have rejected your ass so hard-"

"Thank you, Embry," Paul sighed, "I've realized now that Audrey is worth so much more than every woman I had been with combined."

"Sweet," I murmured, "That was deep, Paul. I'm proud of you."

Kim and Emily giggled.

"I take great pride in my deepness," Paul argued, and Jared snorted, taking a large bite out of an apple.

"Among other things."

Paul smacked him over the head at the same time Kim did so.

"Damn it," Jared groaned, rubbing the back of his head with a scornful expression on his face, "You guys have a bad habit of doing that."

"We only smack you when you deserve it," I reminded him, waving the large knife at him as I did so.

He gulped in fear. "Hey, Em, I would appreciate it if you confiscated that weapon from Audrey, I don't trust her."

"Well, considering I don't see you volunteering to chop vegetables," Emily seemed to be hiding a smirk, "I think I'll let her keep it."

I winked at him.

Jared shivered.

"I knew you and Paul were made for each other," Kim mused, "You both are so sinfully… weird."

"Um…" I raised an eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

"You both are freaks," Emily enlightened, and Paul laughed, a throaty sound that made my heart flutter. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned my head against his shoulder, perfectly content.

Perfectly content until later that day, that is.

Paul was on patrol, and Embry and Quil had just left from eating at my house, leaving me alone to wash dishes.

Not that I would have let them helped anyways.

I didn't trust big wolves with my plates.

After I had plugged speakers into my phone, I was currently bobbing my head along to a rap song that I couldn't understand the words to, and the doorbell just barely was audible over the blaring music.

"It's Seth!" My brother's voice yelled, and I paused the music, relieving my aching eardrums.

"Door's open!" I called, and the door opened and slammed shut, which immediately alerted me that something was wrong.

"Audrey!" Seth called, and he walked around the corner, his dark brown eyes landing on me.

"Yeah, kid?" I asked hesitantly, taking in his angry state.

"I heard something today," He said, his voice wavering, "And… and I want you to tell me if it's true."

"What'd you hear?"

"I heard my mom talking to Charlie," His voice cracked, "And, and she said-"

"Seth, what's wrong?" I asked him, and he clenched his fists, breathing deeply, as if he were in pain.

"Are you my sister?"

The plate in my hand dropped, and I only barely had time to snatch it up with my free hand before it would have shattered.

I met his eyes, my own filling with tears, and his face fell.

"Seth-"

"You knew?" He whispered, betrayed, and I nodded.

"I learned a while back."

"How could you?" He breathed, "I mean, how could you know about this and not even tell me?"

"Seth, Sue and I, we didn't want to hurt you-"

"As if keeping this from me won't hurt me?" He yelled with a shaky voice, and I cringed, holding onto the kitchen counter for support.

"Look, Seth," I soothed, though he looked as if he were far from being comforted by my words, "You don't understand-"

"Then make me understand, Audrey!" His eyes were filled with unshed tears, "I always felt like you were my sister, and I really thought that I could trust you."

"You can trust me," I promised, but he shook his head.

"Obviously I can't! How are you my sister? Did… were you related… was my dad even-"

"No," I said with a tight voice, and his body shook with silent sobs, "Your father was a good man, and our mother didn't fall in love with him until after she had me. My father, he was a bad man, and he was nothing like-"

"Why don't I know this?" Seth demanded, "Why do you treat me-"

"Like a child? Because you are a child, Seth!" I hissed, "Can't you see that Sue and I were trying to protect you?"

"I don't want to be protected," Seth growled, and I suddenly realized he wasn't shaking from sobs anymore.

"Seth," I whispered, watching the young boy with fear, and before I even knew what I was doing, I had grabbed my cell phone and was dialing Paul's number.

"Ree?" Seth whimpered, and I looked up at his quivering form, "What's… what's happening to me?"

"Shh, it's okay," I whispered, Paul, please pick up, please, please-

"Audrey?"

"Paul," Thank God, I thought to myself, "I need you to come home, and bring Sam. Seth is here, and I think he's phasing."

"What? What happened?"

"He knows about Sue and I, and I need you to get down here."

"Audrey, you need to leave," Paul demanded, "Don't let him hurt you."

"Just get here fast!" I hung up the phone, turning to my little brother, who was shaking violently with tears in his eyes.

"Ree?" He choked, and I held my hands out hesitantly.

How was I always the cause of a phasing werewolf?

I'm just an instigator. That's the problem.

"Seth, I need you to relax," I ordered softly, "Or you're going to hurt me, little brother, and I know you don't want to do that."

"What's going on?" He choked, the tremors still traveling through his thin, gangly figure.

"Paul and Sam are going to explain it to you, I promise," I told him, still trying to keep my distance, "You just need to breathe, alright?"

Seth nodded weakly. We stood there quietly for a few minutes, Seth breathing deeply as he tried to relax, and before I could say anything else the front door opened in record timing, Paul making his way over to Seth and leading him outside.

And my little brother was out the door.

"Audrey?" Quil walked up to me after he dodged the three wolves exiting the house, and I smiled at him. "Hey, Quil."

"What did you do?" He asked quietly, and I sighed, jumping up on the counter and mentally scolding myself.

"The pack knows that Seth is my brother, right?" I asked, and he nodded, sitting beside me. "Seth didn't."

"Oh," Quil said in understanding, and I rolled my eyes, nudging his arm playfully as I ignored the worry for my little brother.

"What is up with me and phasing wolves? I just anger too many people on the Rez, that's the problem."

Quil flinched. "You have no idea how sorry I am-"

"Don't worry about it," I said lightly, "I have forgiven you multiple times over, Quil, and I'm over it."

"I wish Paul had," He muttered, and I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms out of habit.

"Why?"

"He may have decided to beat the crap out of me upon occasion," Quil admitted, "But I know I deserved it."

"Ugh, he said he wasn't going to do that."

"And you believed him?"

"…Well-"

"You shouldn't have."

I shrugged. "I probably shouldn't have," I admitted, and my loose red shirt, already hanging off the shoulder, slid down my arm, revealing the red marks that my black bandeau had left uncovered.

Quil narrowed his eyes at them with a pained look. "Do they still hurt?"

I shook my head. "The leech with the degree took care of it."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"Ah, but it made me feel better, and imprints come first, you know."

Quil smiled fondly, probably thinking about Claire. "Yeah, I know. I really am sorry, Audrey. I hate that you're going to have scars because of me."

"Let me tell you something," I fixed my shirt, as I didn't fully trust the imprinting ability to keep Quil from staring where he wasn't supposed to, "You managed to hide the ass-ugly scar on my shoulder, and I will forever be grateful."

"Glad to know I could be of service," He replied skeptically, and I nodded, patting his steroid-induced shoulder.

"That's the spirit, Wolf Boy."

The front door opened, and Embry slipped inside, a scowl on his face. "I had to bail on Leah for this," He growled, "So keep your distance."

"Dully noted," I raised an eyebrow, "How's Seth?"

"He's okay," Embry sighed, leaning against the wall with a can I noticed was soda from my fridge, "He's a little afraid, but he knows Paul, so Paul is the one calming him down. Jared, on the other hand, is the one cackling loudly and yelling 'When the hell did Paul-freaking-Lahote become a consoling person?'"

"Sounds like Jared," I confirmed, and Embry nodded, cracking open the can, and Coke sprayed out suddenly, hitting him in the face while Quil and I cracked up laughing and leaned on each other for support.

Embry, on the other hand, looked pissed. "Who the f-"

"I don't drink soda," I reminded him innocently, "I didn't know-"

"That it would explode in my face?"

"Wait, so I can't shake the cans repeatedly while dancing to the radio?" I asked with a confused expression, while Quil shook with silent laughter beside me, and Embry growled, dripping soda from his hair as he took a sip anyways.

"You're real damn funny, Audrey Lockwood. Real f-"

"I think I bring joyful laughter to others," I said, pointing at Quil, "So yes, I am funny."

"Ha," Embry snorted humorlessly, glaring at me as he drained the can.

"So you still haven't told Leah the secret?" Quil asked him, changing the subject, and Embry groaned, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid to," He admitted, "What if she doesn't take it well, or doesn't want to see me? I don't think I'd live."

"She obviously likes you, Embry," I pointed out, "I'm sure she will accept it, even if it takes time. That girl is one tough-ass chick, and a scary one at that."

Embry smiled in admiration. "I know."

I snorted.

Paul walked through the door finally, and I looked up anxiously as he walked over to me, kissing my forehead.

"Seth is alright," He answered my silent question, "Sam is still trying to help him phase back now. You need to call Sue."

I nodded reluctantly, grabbing my cellphone as Paul sent Embry an amused expression over his soda-drenched state.

Dialing the familiar number, I groaned.

This was the last thing Sue wanted to hear.

"Hello?"

"Sue," I sighed, "It's Audrey."

"Thank God," She sounded relieved, "Seth was really upset, did he come to your house like he said?"

"Yeah, and…" Paul gave me a reassuring look, "He's phased, Sue."

There was silence on the other end as Sue's breath hitched. "What?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "But Paul and the rest of the pack is helping him out, he's going to be alright, Sue."

"What did, um, what did he say about-"

"He feels betrayed," I sighed, "But he'll be alright, just give him some time. I've been told I make an incredible sister."

Sue laughed faintly. "I know you are. Can he come home?"

"Probably later," I replied, "But I can come over, if you-"

"No, that's okay," She promised, "Just… take care of him, okay?"

"I will. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, sweetie. Tell Seth I love him too."

"He already knows," I assured her, and I hung up, tossing the phone to the side as Paul wrapped his warm arms around my waist.

"Damn," Embry groaned, "And another one bites the dust."

How was it?

I have been on a major couple-shipping kick lately (my friends are really pissed when I match them up with random people) so I have a challenge for you.

Can anyone find a ship name for Paul and Audrey?

With that, I will see you all later!

Baisers!

- EasyIsTheDescent